Saturday, March 12, 2011

These 40.

There are a few days we have allotted to You. These 40, I mean.

We title them as if to explain; "well, You see, dear Father … these are 'Your days,' don't You see Your name all over them?"

For these days we will suffer. Or so we will think. As if to remember Your suffering Child.

It's ridicule, my Lord. Won't You wake us?

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